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RISE

ALL SONGS FROM "RISE" COPYRIGHT 2016 MICHAEL JUAN NUNEZ BMI

BETTA

Let me tell you about the shape I'm in I'm in no condition for the things that are calling me. Your love is getting me my skin and your relentless seduction is sure to be the fall of me. But I think I'm going to let you know you've got me feeling better

I've worked my finger to the bone for all I own and it's taken it's toll on me I'm so sick of all the stress sweat in dust girl you're a sucubus turning on your lust for me I think I'm going to let you you've got me feeling better.

Well you've been giving me that look all night and I just don't think that I can take much more the queen bee has made me come alive buzzing around my hive you want to take what's yours I'm ragged tagged in shattered and running on adrenaline caught up in the web of the regimen baby says I need a dose of the feminine and she been wanting to administer the medicine and I think I'm going to let her she's got me feeling better.

Your love is making me better every man needs a woman like that.

COME INTO THE LIGHT

I know it's cold there in the dark come into the light come into the light somethings wrong let's make it right come into the light come into the light a catalyst group create a sport and burn a hole through the dark so wide diffuses sit to ignite come into the light yeah. You can't stop it any longer it burns too bright I know you really wanted to come into the light come come come you're just stuck in the moment and lost your fight all you've got to do is put 1 foot forward come into the light come come come

I can see it in your eyes come into the light come into the light you were getting tired of all those lies come into the light come into the light

You've been praying with all your might for a change to come you don't care where from but the time just never seem to write come into the light yeah

LOST IT

I am and I be stuck behind the mule with my hand on the single tree I want and I need I wonder where it is the lock that fits my key

I don't think that I lost it but I sure can't find it might need a little help to remind me I don't think that it's going for long but mama I could be wrong and I would appreciate your assistance please give it up to me

I do concur let the cat out of the bag and mama let the kitten pur I pull and I push with the bird in the hand I don't want to beat around the bush

TROUBLE

Oak tree swaying in the wind that's blowing push no mama hear the baby cry. Above the clouds there's a blood red moon blowing silence seems to break the ties that bind lonely is the song that this barrel so like a kiss that's whispered from the serpents tongue cane feel burning lighting up the sky ashes in time both fly.

It's been a long and winding road caught in the current of the river flow it's pulling you under won't let you go let the muddy water cleanse your soul heavy is the burden to which you cling fly away on a blackbirds wing all the way to heaven a bit peters door where trouble will find you no more

Hark now can you hear the angels sing like a bell that pierces through the fog at night guiding we every time it rings ready your heart to reunite a pound of silver going to pay your toll ferry you across the river is wide release the pain in the sorrow you hold leave them on the other side

Trouble trouble won't find you no more

BURNING

How do I begin to explain exactly what you mean to me there are no words that exist to describe your company in while the rest of the world looks on from the outside in they would never understand and we would never let them in let them talk let them talk let them talk let the rumors floating around you and me baby tangled in the sheets while the world is burning down

This isn't just a phase this goes way beyond desire after all of this time a simple little look can still sit in a room on fire let the rest of the world keep fighting their war baby put down the blade what the hell are we fighting for when there so much love to be made

You and me baby while the world is burning down

LEMONADE

Little Cindy Lou asked Granny goose mama could you spare me a dime I had a penny or two I'd give it to you but child this is a horrible time I heard from sheriff whittle that the cat half to spittle sold it to the monkey on the streetcar line the cat took the money that he got from the monkey and spent it on a bottle of wine if you wait till Friday when I get paid I'll send you every other dollar I made but if you want it now well I'm afraid you're trying to squeeze lemons out of lemonade

The red rooster was moved by a little down thug while on holiday in Luxenberg he had spent 10 years out in Alcatraz for trying to mock a killing bird Reds next of kin Stephanie he said is anything that I can do he said my feathers a test old and I'm flat busted could you loan me a dollar two

Old man miser went down to the bank to try to get himself a load he said money's tight I'm losing left and right and they're about to repossess my whole the bubble done burst into make things worse the politicians got us in the miss dig a bailout money to the rats that cause this and old Bernie made off with the rest

Come on Mr. banker give me the green I owe a mean ol bookie down in New Orleans I don't want to lose my tail can't you see I'm too big to fail

BLTLO

My time spent thinking about your touch burning in me your hips and your lips with their frozen in my memory you spread your body all over me and you how to make me feel like a man and now my mind won't let me be because like a fool I let you slip through my hands. And when I lay at night that's when it really hits home girl you're going baby leave the light on

Your voice it's still lingers like an angel's whisper in my mind and your scent on the tips of my fingers our Silhouettes are intertwined you can't imagine what it still does to me you've got my heart twisted in a blender these arms of mine long to hold you this mind of mine will surrender

And when I slip into my dreams I know by Dawn you'll be gone baby leave the light on

Your touch your kiss your skin baby leave the light on

your touch your kiss your skin baby be the light on

HUMAN

You different it seems just like all the rest when you're at your worst you feel like your best when you look in the mirror at a face you once knew does it feel like you're damned to be human like you

To get where you are though battered and scored you threw up your walls and enforce them would bars those in your we were chewed up in spewed you must feel like a god to be human like you

There's blood on your hands the heart full of seeing God only knows what you've done where you been you lie to yourself to do with you do I want to know what it's like to be human like you

Does it make you nervous to be in a room with murderous crows who think like you do take your disease spread it around like the flu how do you sleep at night being human like you

It's only a whisper an echo of cries The laughter inside as your cold heart dies I wide-open finally seeing the truth

Tell me what is it like to be human like you

I want to feel what it's like to be human like you

The pulse on your throat the taste of your skin the sex in your heart as it beats from within The secrets you hold the taboos you've accrued I want to know what it's like to be human like you

To be so frail to be born of seeing to look so pale to be dying within to never know for a moment or two about what it's like to be human like you

NICKEL ROLL

You're the Summer breeze through an open window a ride in a black stretch limo the shade of a weeping willow the cold side of my pillow when I've got you by my side I'm richer than a king I feel just like a nickel rolling down Penny Lane

If your love was money I could buy a diamond mine and if the love you gave me was a diamond baby nobodies diamond would shine like mine and if your love was dollar bills I could make it rain I feel just like a nickel rolling down Penny Lane

You account for every beat of my heart it keeps us in the black your interest rate is great I put one key is in and get three right back the way you kiss me baby drives up my capital gains I feel just liking nickel rolling down Penny Lane

DEVIL'S DAUGHTER

I've got my problems and plenty of ways to lose she's got my heart and soul and I'm left with the blooms she's got my diamond ring on the upper hand tell me baby is that anyway to treat your man

I've got my complications in the mountain left to climb she's got the key to my heart and I been given time she's got a fire burning with plenty of flames to fan tell me baby is that anyway to treat your man

It's taking it's toll she's got a hold on me that I can't control pulling me deeper down in the hole I play the hand that I've been dealt I'm in love with the daughter of the devil himself have mercy on my soul

I've got my complications but I take it on the chin she's rolling loaded dice and there's no way to win I've been through hell and back since this first began tell me baby is that anyway to treat your man

She looks like an angel I treat her like a queen she speaks to me with the silver tone while treating me so mean but late at night when the lights go down it's heaven being in there I'll be damned to hell but Lord I just don't care

My Little Train Wreck

HARD SIDE OF EASY

90 take me down to the mocking bird, its Friday night I gotta get paid

Flat left me stranded outside of New Orleans, tell the boys I’m gonna be late

I’m sweatin’ like a mule riding shotgun in a tow truck swerving down the road

Jack does his best to speak to me in broken English, and me no hablo espanol

CHORUS

The sun’s going down and I’m stuck on the hard side of Easy

90 take me down to the mocking bird, I feel like I’m about to explode

But Jack’s got amigos down in Spanish town, he said could get me back on the road

It’s 5 O’clock time for the 40’s to flow, it’s getting late you better make it fast

If you ask really nice, they’ll jack up the price, but hook you up if you pay um’ cash

CHORUS

My luck’s so bad that it’s almost funny; if it wasn’t so real I would cry

At times you gotta grin and leave the rest to the maker, when you’re trying to get out alive

CHORUS

Michael Juan Nunez copyright 2011

MAKE UP MY MIND

LISTEN TO ME BABY, I KNOW YOU FIND IT HARD TO CHOOSE

BETWEEN THE BRAND NEW FASHON, AND THE SAME OLD BLUES

BUT BABY, I CAN’T DO NOTHING TILL YOU DECIDE

I’M A PATIENT MAN, BUT WE’RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME MAKE UP MY MIND

WE’RE JUST GOING TO A PARTY WITH A FEW OF OUR FRIENDS

BUT TELL ME, WILL THE PREPERATION EVER END

IT’S THE SAME OL’ STORY, GONNA BE LATE AGAIN

NO MATTER WHAT YOU WEAR GIRL, YOU STILL LOOK SO FINE, MAKE UP MY MIND

(BRIDGE)

YOU SAY YES, THEN YOU SAY NO

YOUR MIND SAYS STOP, BUT YOUR MOUTH SAYS GO

AND WE AIN’T NEVER GONNA MAKE IT TO THE SHOW

IT STARTED AT 8, AND IT’S A QUARTER TO 9 MAKE UP MY MIND

IT’S A HOT FLOOR SHOW WHEN SHE TAKES IT REAL SLOW

BUTTON BY BUTTON TILL SHE’S WEARING NEXT TO NOTHING

OH BABY, WHEN YOU AND I ARE INTERTWINED

YOU’VE GOT ME THINKING A HEAD, OR THINKING BEHIND MAKE UP MY MIND

YOU’VE GOT ME THINKING A HEAD, OR THINKING BEHIND MAKE UP MY MIND

Copyrite 2011 Michael Juan Nunez

TRAINWRECK

One bad day is never enough for my lil drama queen
Everybody gets em’ once in a while, but not as consistently
Some situations always end the same, with me to blame
Even when I haven’t a clue what ignited the flame

(CHORUS)
But I love, my little trainwreck

Sometimes I think I’m losing my mind, trying to keep up with you
Just when it looks like the end of the line, somehow we pull it through
Good intentions seldom work out right, but I’m here till the end
Even when I’m tied to the rail and light’s round the bend.

(CHORUS)

SOLO

Was it a mean ol’ fireman, or cruel ol’ engineer,
That let the flame burn out and never looked back
Just remember one thing baby, I’m still standing here
And I ain’t going nowhere till we get this line back track

(CHORUS)

SOLO – OUTRO

Michael Juan Nunez copyright 2011

LEMONADE

Little Cindy Lou asked Granny Goose, momma could you spare me a dime
If I had a penny or two, I’d give em’ to you, but child this is a horrible time.
I heard from Sheriff Whittle, The Cat hocked his fiddle
Sold it to The Monkey on the street car line
The Cat took the money that he got from The Monkey
And spent it on a bottle of wine.

(CHORUS)
If you wait till Friday when I get paid, I’ll send you every other dollar I made
But if you want it now, well I’m afraid, you’re trying to make lemons out of lemonade

The Red Rooster was mugged by a low down thug, while on holiday in Luxemburg
Who spent 10 years out at Alcatraz, for trying to mock a killing bird
Red’s next of kin Stephanie Hen, said is there anything that I can do
He said my feathers are tussled, and I’m flat busted, could I borrow a dollar or two

(CHORUS)

SOLO

Old Man Miser went down to the bank to try to get himself a loan
He said money’s tight, I’m losing left and right, and they’re about to repossess my home
The bubble done burst and to make things worse, the politicians got us in a mess
They gave bail out money to the rats that caused it
And ol’ Bernie Madoff with the rest

(CHORUS)

Come on Mr. Banker give me that green, I owe a mean ol’ bookie out in New Orleans
I don’t wanna loose my tail, can’t you see I’m too big to fail.

(CHORUS)

OutroTrying to make lemons out of lemonade

Michael Juan Nunez copyright 2011

18 MILES

18 miles to the border, 18 miles to go
There’s a red Cadillac coming my way, I ain’t coming home no more boys, I’m never coming home no more

When I left town for the border, with law breathing down my neck
I shot a smooth talking Cholo in a poker game, dealing from the bottom of the deck boys, dealing from the bottom of the deck

Well, he fell cold like a crow from a line and I shot out the door
Please won’t you tell that gal of mine, that I still love her so, but I’m never coming home no more

So I hit the HWY flying, while his rider was calling home
Now I’m stuck between a sermon from Warden Cain, and Knockin’ on Heaven’s door; boys, I’m never coming home no more

18 miles to the border, there’s a red Cadillac with chrome tail fins
At the wheel is the brother of the man I shot y’all looking to do me in, I’m never coming home again

18 miles to the border, 18 miles to go
I see a dashboard Mary through high beam lights, staring down the barrel of a .44, boys; the dogs are howling and getting close

Michael Juan Nunez copyright 2011

I Do Not Play No Rock N Roll

I do not play no Rock-N-Roll
Those pounding drums give me the shakes
I can’t understand a single word they say
And them loud guitars drive me crazy

Chorus

Well you can sing and dance to get your trill
But I ain’t never had, and I ain’t never will
I’ll say it loud till I’m gray and old
I do not play no rock-n-roll

That kind of music the old folks say
Got all the kids under its spell
If we don’t all try to stop it now
Well the whole damn world’s gonna go to hell

Chorus

I do not play no rock-n-roll
It makes all the kids want to cuss and fight
They drive too fast and sit too close
And they don’t come home till the morning light

Chorus

Copyright 2012
Michael Juan Nunez

NEEDLES

It’s hard to be right, when there’s so much wrong
Temptation always seems to be tagging along
Power and money, lust and greed
Why won’t the devil just let me be.

Pennies in the piggy go clickity clanck
They always seem to need a little more in the bank
We sell off our souls for the things that we need
Tell me, why won’t the devil just let me be

Needles and spoons, pipes and pills
Beg borrow and steal just to pay your bills
Just one more, two, or three
Why won’t the devil just let me be

BRIDGE It always seems better just over the hill
The worse it is for you the better it feels
When you look in the mirror tell me hoodoo you see
And why won’t it let me be

Solo

Bridge

It tough at times, but I hang on still
Cutting through the jungle by my own will
If you want to build a house, you gotta chop a few trees
Tell me, why won’t the devil just let me be

Michael Juan Nunez copyright 2011

HARRY
Has anyone here seen my ol’ friend Harry?
A big black man with a red guitar
Dressed to the 9’s in his Sunday bestest
With a smile on his face as big as Louisiana picking and singing “I’m A Country Boy”

Has anybody here seen my old friend Harry?
Tell him that I’d like to hear one more song
If he wouldn’t mind playing, I wouldn’t mind staying
Put a smile on my face with “Big Fat Woman”, or tears in my eyes with “I’m Coming Home”

(CHORUS)

Oh lord won’t you treat him kind cause you know down here he done paid his dues
When the world outside gets so unkind, Harry grab your guitar and play me some blues

Has anybody here seen my ol’ friend Harry?
Tell me Big Daddy where you been so long
Serenading all the angels with your Creole songs
Passing round a bottle of wine spoaty-oaty, like Guitar Slim singing “Fa Ton Chon”

(CHORUS)

Michael Juan Nunez copyright 2011

UP JUMP THE DEVIL
This told That, you know we ain’t so different
We just dangle separate branches on the participle tree
They try to segregate us, linguistically
But it’s the way that people use us, that really gets to me

I plow and sow, but up jump the devil
Work my fingers to the bone, up jump the devil
(At) times (it’s) hard to tell why, where, or which
Up jump the devil, that son of a

Yin asked Yang is that really your name
Or just something people call you, when they’re yanking your chain
I’m always amazed how mean they can be
When from the cradle to the grave, is just the space between

I reap my yield, but up jump the devil
Blood, sweat, and tears, up jump the devil
Dirt poor or stinking rich
Up jump the devil, that son of a

Fib shot the bull with a little white lie
They missed by a mile, and in reply
The bull turned to charge, and as they made their break
They hollered please forgive us, we had a lot at steak

I push and I pull, but up jump the devil
Tow that line, up jump the devil
Bring light to shadows with the flick of a switch
Up jump the devil that son of a

I chew up steel, up jump the devil
I spit out gold, up jump the devil
Jesus won’t you come and gather up your fold

up jump the devil, that son of a bitch
Up jump the devil that son of a bitch

Michael Juan Nunez copyright 2011

The American Electric

MR. JONES

MR.JONES IS AN OLD MAN I KNOW WELL

MR. JONES KEEPS COMIN’ AROUNd

WITH A SATCHEL FULL OF JUNK THAT HE’S TRYING TO SELL

TRIES TO HIT ME UP WHEN I’M DOWN

MR. JONES SEEMS TO THINK THAT HE AND I ARE FRIENDS

MR. JONES KEEPS KNOCKING AT MY DOOR

KNOCK ON MR. JONES…HE DON’T KNOW...I DON’T ANSWER THAT DOOR ANY MORE

MR. JONES

I KEEP TELLING MR. JONES TO STAY AWAY

MR. JONES DON’T LISTEN TO A WORD I SAY

THE HARDER I TRY TO IGNORE HIS THREATS

THE MEANER AND MEANER HE GETS

MR. JONES DON’T LET MUCH DISCOURAGE HIM

MR. JONE JUST WANTS TO GET UNDER MY SKIN

YEAH HE’S A CRANKY OLD SON OF A BITCH

TRYING TO GIVE ME THAT ITCH

MR. JONES

MR. JONES KEEPS TELLING ME IT’S SOMETHING I NEED

MR. JONES JUST WANT TO SEE ME ON MY KNEES

MR. JONES, MR. JONES

KEEPS CASTIN’ HIS STONES, AND ROLLIN’ THE BONES

LEAVE ME ALONE MR. JONES

COPYWRITE 2009 MICHAEL JUAN NUNEZ BMI PARISHLINE RECORDS

BULLDOGBROKE MY CHAIN, AND JUMPED THE FENCEMOMA YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE UP AGAINSTWE’LL BE OUT ALL NIGHT HOWLIN’ AT THE MOONI’VE GOT A BAD REPUTATION BUT A GOOD ATTITUDECOME A LITTLE CLOSER, I WON’T BITEBUT MY BULLDOG MIGHT

TELL YOU NOW IT’S QUITE A FEATKEEPIN’ THAT PUPPY ON A LEASHYOU KNOW THE BOYS IN THE BAND LIKE TO HAVE THEIR FUNAND YOU KNOW TI AIN’T OVER TILL IT’S OVERDONETHEM OTHER MUTTS WON’T TREAT YOU RIGHTBUT MY BULLDOG MIGHT

AIN’T GOT NO PETIGREE I’M A BREAD APARTGOT MORE BITE THAN BARKYOU GOT A BONE TO PICK, BABY PICK IT WITH MEWE’LL LEAVE THEM OTHER HOUNDS HOME SCRATCHIN’ THEIR FLEASI AIN’T THE KIND OF GUY THAT’ID START A FIGHTBUT MY BULLDOG MIGHT

COPYWRITE 2009 MICHAEL JUAN NUNEZ BMI PARISHLINE RECORDS

MISC LYRICS

"Little Things" By:Michael Juan Nunez

It's the smile on your lips, it's the way the sunlight sparkles in your eyes. It's the taste of your kiss, is the butterflies whenever you walk by. And I can surely say so much about the way that you love me.

It's the sound of your sigh, when I'm talking to you on the phone. It's the look in your eyes when you touch me when we're all alone. It's the way that you look when I wake you in the morning, it's the way you wear your hair at night. It's the tears that we've cried you know that I can't deny, lord the way you make me feel feel so right.

And I can surely say so much about the way that you love me.

CHORUS

SOLO

I can surely say so much about the way that you touch me and I can surely say so much about the way that you hold me and I can surely say so much about the way that you kiss me.